Published September 1, 2021
by Alana Dunlop
(Montreal, Quebec, Canada)
hello little prodding feeling,
tubule of sacrés and sawed-off colours
that pokes me in the evening, in
someone else's bed,
pillow warm but head doesn't fit
and light holds open my eyes.
feeling that mounts up as high as
loneliness fleeting and severe
especially at midnight with
the option to go upstairs
and pleasure you
against my judgement.
inverted like that trick
of the eyelids,
i'm walking upside down
on the sharp edge of a lie.
i dream about myself
but i can't ever get
my eyes right.
Alana Dunlop is a McGill University student and a self-proclaimed Montrealer (raised in Ontario). Her work has appeared in Open Book Magazine and PACE Magazine. She has written enough poetry to completely fill a studio apartment.
Previously published in Montreal Poetry Magazine:
"Grief, Waiting" by C.A. Legault
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